“YAËLLE”.
In THE ARTIVIST Tome I is a short novel that is immersed in the mysteries of society, where Yaelle, the main character, has a perfect life from the outside. Nevertheless, there is something that prevents her from reaching complete equilibrium.
In the second Tome, she emerges from an absolute real-life nightmare, awakening to a world yet to be explored, and remembering the causes of her despair.
It was to her souvenirs an unbelievable scene, where the last 24 hours were spent inside the ocean’s heavy waves for her body, an entire enrollment vision of the past years for her mind.
Now awake and unveiled, Yaëlle is determined to finish what was started once before.
THE ARTIVIST, synopsis II..
Once more, everything began.
THE ARTIVIST,
TOME 2
Chapter 1, HER.
- Teasers.
Surrounded by sand,
Pushed by waves,
That day,
I remember waking up,
Hoping for the end.
THE ARTIVIST/
The Awakening
Yaëlle lies there, beaten alone, aside from any goodness or goodwill,
while David still lives within her closest memories.
—
Her eyes filled with salty water as she slowly began to perceive reality again.
Lost, somehow, in the middle of the sea edge,
yet with a clear mind.
It felt as though there was a reason
she had been brought there.
—
Tears rolled down her face.
They were red.
Her hands were also covered in blood,
even as the waves kept washing the color away.
—
Fragments of the past.
David’s voice:
“Yaëlle, only go if you truly want to.
You don’t have to.
Please forgive me…
I can’t follow.”
—
A voice from below:
“Wake up.
Don’t take too long.
Remember his name.”
—
She tried to move her body,
but the pain forced a scream out of her,
a raw cry that could have made anyone stop.
But it seemed no one was there, and time no longer made sense.
She closed her eyes,
breathed slowly,
and drifted away again.
As if she had just returned to earth from death.
—
The voice again:
“Wake up.
Please don’t take too long.
Remember us.”
—
The Encounter
Yaëlle and Ulysses.
—
It was not meant to be a remarkable story.
And yet, in a single night,
something unimaginable had happened.
Driven by fanaticism,
a punishment had been carried out.
There had been no wrongdoing from her,
Only a symbol.
A desire for liberation.
not only for herself,
but to continue the path that was meant to illuminate her world
and the world of those who seek an unorthodox freedom.
Her body showed the marks from the scene that no one would like to experience, not as a woman.
There was no need for vengeance.
This was not a story of revenge.
This was an awakening not only physical, but also mindful.
—
Ulysses
He was walking along the shore when he noticed her.
At first, he thought it was debris left behind at the edge of the ocean.
—
He had never witnessed anything like it.
And, he was there to clean the ocean, not to step into a situation where someone’s life might depend on him.
His responsibilities were already heavy enough, and this reality-scene came at the worst possible moment.
He was not a hero! he is just a man.
—
The sand around her was turning red,
fed by the blood that continued to fall.
It was shocking and almost unreal to witness such beauty and such violence intertwined.
She lay there, unconscious, still, like something abandoned between life and death.
—
He approached her.
Carefully.
Then faster.
His first instinct, after the wave of panic hit him, was to shake her shoulders and check her breathing.
Alive. She is alive.
—
His hands were now covered in red.
And somehow, so was everything else.
—
With no equipment, no tools, he had no choice but to carry her to his nearby shelter, where he would call for help.
—
The wait wasn’t long
but long enough
to understand that he had stepped into something far beyond him.
—
There was something about her.
Even in that state, her face felt familiar.
As if he had seen her before.
That was why it felt so overwhelming, even though she was, at that moment, a complete stranger.
—
Then suddenly, her eyes opened.
A strange connection passed between them.
Silent.
Immediate.
—
And just before he could reach her with words, she fainted again.
Her
I woke up.
My eyes were open, still, but my body remained in shock.
The pain wasn’t only physical.
It was deeper. Duller.
Rooted somewhere words cannot reach within my soul.
For a few moments, I thought I saw an angel.
His deep blue eyes were fixed on me in a way I cannot describe.
There was doubt. Compassion. Anguish.
Then reality caught up with me.
Brutally.
I didn’t have time to understand.
In a fraction of a second, my eyes closed, and my world shifted elsewhere.
—
Back to where it all began.
David,
I don’t understand what is happening between us.
Everything seems to have slipped into a form of rivalry that came out of nowhere.
A strange game… where no one truly wins.
And it weighs on me.
It hurts.
Because deep down, nothing has changed.
My heart still belongs to you.
But today, I see it clearly:
it is breaking me.
I can’t follow it anymore.
I can’t hold on to it.
There is also this quiet loneliness
the kind that lingers even when surrounded,
through days and nights.
Please don’t get me wrong despite everything, there is still gratitude,
even if you were the one who benefited the most.
I was never truly looking after myself.
I’m not lost, I know who I am, but I can’t continue trying to build something meant to grow together on my own.
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